Keep your head down. Don't make eye contact. Stay in the shadows. And never draw attention to yourself. Ever. They tell me that everyday. I hate who I am. I'm a mistake, a creature that wasn't meant to happen. I'm a dæmon, a Shifting Being. One dæmon is born every blue moon, and will create a new era, by either saving or destroying the world. Normally the dæmon is trained by the monks, and worshipped to avoid the dæmon destroying.

Yet I'm a mistake. I have a twin, Zye. He was born, and immediately started shifting. The was a big celebration, for the dæmon had arrived. But then merely minutes later, I was born. Twins are rare in our world. But I was shifting all the while. I wasn't supposed to be a dæmon. Yet here I am. So while Zye is at the temple, trying to find the little switch in his head to start a new era, I wander the streets. An outcast.

When I was little once, I had shifted into a bat and hid in the rafters for one of Zye's meetings with the monks. I was forbidden to listen, they threatened I would disappear if I did. But it was worth it. The monk had said that the switch was a physical thing, which can only be found on a little ledge in your mind. I decided to test that theory today. I look into the window, seeing the servants slaving away, outcasts. Like me.

I reach, feeling in what seems like infinite dark. There it was. In my head, a little ledge. It was filled with pictures advertising a new era, with more slaves for all. But then there was another poster. It said just 4 words. All Hail The Queen. With a picture of me. I approach the switch.

Should I pull it, sending the world down a new path? It would cause so much change. So much destruction. Would they pull it for me? Yes. They hate me. I'm nothing to them. But I realize now that I’m worth something. I’m not a mistake. I have a purpose. I. Pull. The. Switch.